Monthly Archives: July 2015
i’ll update about hell vacation when home this weekend but here’s a little teaser:
Tonight my brother, completely sober, mocked his three year old’s stutter.
day 12 of trip: The day we decide we are never again coming to visit our families.
More to come.
Oh vacation. First, let me clarify what this really is: A trip to see our families. If you have not yet read this, do: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/m-blazoned/vacation-or-trip-a-helpful-guide-for-parents_b_7789310.html
-I am sure some of it just happens to be his age but we have seen some big developments in Gus this past week. In the past few days he has pointed and waved. Both of these are pretty weak but for sure noticeable. And he is not walking but he is taking some independent steps. They are mostly falling into things but they are one or two at a time and that’s big!
-Gus got to meet his three living great grandparents.
-We decided not to adjust Gus to the time change. Because Michigan is three hours ahead of Oregon he has been going to bed around 9 (His normal bedtime is 6:30ish) and waking up around 8 or 9, which is normal with the change. While it is really the same time for us there’s something to be said for waking up to an 8 instead of a 5.
-So far we have gotten to see both of our dads (and stay with them a few days) and tons of extended family.
-I had a giant waffle cone of great ice cream yesterday.
-Gus’ night time sleep has been terrible for the last few days reaching a point in the night where he nurses until I cry. Today we thought he was taking a late nap and when he woke up he was basically in and out of hysterics for an hour/hour and a half until we realized that he just wanted to go back to sleep. In that time I had pumped (we’re trying to give him at least one bottle a day while gone to keep him in the habit) a bottle for tomorrow which he then immediately needed and then nursed for a half hour and is now back to sleep. Whoops. Bad nights come and go and we really thought we were working on tooth four but it has yet to show up so maybe we were wrong.
-Going to see our two sets of divorced parents involves a lot of traveling. We got in on Friday morning, drove an hour from the airport to my dad’s, had Lesley’s mom pick us up on Saturday morning and drive us an hour and a half each way to see her family for the day, and then the hour trip to her dad’s from my dad’s on Monday. Tomorrow is the biggest trek – 2.5 hours to my mom’s. We plan to go to a little beach and play in the water before heading up there and I am hoping that makes him sleep in the car. I was hoping to have a four ounce bottle for the car but he just drank it so who knows. After this drive we should be set on big drives for a bit though so that will be good. We didn’t travel with a car seat but borrowed the one our nephew just grew out of. It is TERRIBLE and uncomfortable and I feel bad putting Gus in it. But it works so oh well.
-Lesley’s dad does not believe in lunch and has no snacks. I’ve been SO HUNGRY.
The family drama.
The reason we came home when we did was at the request of my mom. I have three siblings (and a step sibling) and we are rarely together- I really can’t remember the last time but I would guess it has been 4-5 years. At Christmas time my mom asked that instead of trying to get together around the holidays we all come together sometime during a week in July (next week). We planned to come home anyway this summer so jumped at this, as did my sister who lives in California. My brothers have been harder to pin down. Brother 1 lives in Ohio and has 50/50 custody of his boys. We knew he’d come but didn’t know when. Brother 2 lives in Michigan, about 4 hours from my mom.
Brother 2 has been a bit of a problem for events for a while. His wife has some social anxiety and rarely comes to functions with our family. They have two daughters and spend most holidays and what not with my SIL’s family. My parents have both expressed (not to them) that they do not feel welcome at their house. My brother has no idea. Last time we were home we wanted to see them. We stopped by our niece’s baseball game with my mom and then met my aunt and uncle for dinner. We planned to stay in the area to have breakfast with them the next day and get a little more time and my brother never invited us to stay with them. Me, Lesley, and my mom stayed at a hotel about 2 miles from their house.
Brother 2 had planned to come to this family gathering with his wife and girls Sunday-Thursday. Despite my mom having enough room and ordering new, custom made beds in order to best fit everyone they rented a place to stay. In the past few week, circumstances beyond their control have made it so they are without a dog sitter. Their solution for this is to have my SIL stay home and my brother and the girls come Tuesday-Thursday. My brother had not told my mom this and called my dad on Sunday to say they were going to stop by and stay with him Monday and leave sometime Tuesday (Dad lives about halfway between him and mom). Upset, I called my mom. Shit hit the fan.
I was upset because when we were coming home I tried to coordinate whatever I could with my brothers to see their kids. Brother 1 straight up never replied. Brother 2 could not schedule anything. We had to pick when we would be where as we have four parents looking for answers. Brother 1 will be at my dad’s this coming weekend (It’s my dad’s cottage that he joint owns with Brother 1), as will my sister. Now brother 2 is stopping by. I asked if we could coordinate going to dad’s MONTHS ago. No one could. Brother 1 won’t come to my mom’s until late Tuesday night because he has issues with my step dad that he has, of course, never mentioned to my mom or step dad. Brother 1 apparently has some extra time but is choosing not to spend it with all of us.
I’ve been upset about my brothers’ lack of response and eagerness to see us. We really want to have a good relationship with our nieces and nephews and I feel like we try and my brothers don’t care. My mom has been the voice of reason about this. Unfortunately, when I told her that brother 2 was stopping at my dad’s she had lost all reason. She had just come back from a friend’s house where her friend’s kids and grandkids were visiting for a week like they do every summer. It is everything my mom dreams of. All she wants is her kids and grandkids all together and my brothers barely make an effort. My mom is a really great person, really fun, and lives in a beautiful resort town. If we lived in Michigan we would do everything in our power to live close to her. If that didn’t work, we would visit monthly.
When I told my mom she got really upset which is turn upset my step dad. My step dad called my brother at 11 pm and yelled at him which prompted to my brother leaving me a voicemail full of screaming. I talked to my mom yesterday, two days after this incident. She has been having conversations with my brother and SIL and seems in general pretty annoyed by them.
I can’t tell if my brother is mean or stupid. How could he not understand that this is all mom wants? Why does he thinking stopping at dad’s during the time that mom specifically asked for us all to be there was a great idea? His argument is that mom has an open invitation. Yeah, remember the hotel? That’s just the start. One year they couldn’t commit to a time to let her she their daughter for her birthday so she drove an hour and a half to their house and left her presents on their front porch WHILE THEY WERE HOME because they were getting the girls ready for bed and it wasn’t a good time. Often when she is there my brother’s MIL is there and since the girls see her more they just ignore my mom. It is not surprising my step dad snapped.
So come next week this is what we are walking into. My brother says that he didn’t understand that seeing his girls was a priority of ours in coming home. He didn’t know mom wanted us there the WHOLE week. He thinks we have communication issues. He wants to talk all this out while everyone is together. We are all together for about 36 hours because that’s all my brothers can commit to. 36 hours every four years is how much my mom gets her kids together – yeah, brother 2, that’s totally all the time she wants.
I think of this blog land often and wonder what to write. I feel like so much of what runs through my head is just a repeat of things I have said. I apologize for what’s to come if that is the case. Here is a real time breakdown of what is up in my land.
Milk. My milk supply majorly dropped a while ago. We had to use some freezer milk and when I got it out I realized because I have donated so much I kept very little in the freezer. We got down to our last bag. Supply has picked up and that’s good but one day last week I forgot to put the milk bag in the freezer when we got home and the next morning had to pour out 20 ounces. I’m back to one freezer bag but pumping more. Every time I think we catch up Gus eats more. I’m waiting for this to get better.
Teeth. Gus now has three teeth. Mr. Three Tooth we call him. We think four is right behind it and with the level of distraught he has been I wouldn’t be surprised if 5 and 6 show up, too. Three came on the bottom, not the top.
Childcare. I love our nanny. She can’t deal with how distraught Gus has been the last two days concerning bottles/nap (he really only bottles to nap there so it is a combination). She told me today that she doesn’t know that she can do this. I’ve been on the verge of tears from panic all day.
Work. I’m so far behind but making moves to catch up. I miss him so much while at work I can’t focus. Also I am very tired and can’t focus. I find myself while walking down the halls imagining his weight in my arms. They feel empty without him. I need to catch up.
Vacation: Good, sure, but we have to pack and Lesley needs to finish making a baby gift. We leave in 50 hours. I work 24.5 of those hours. Somewhere in there errands need to be run and dog needs a bath.
Mr. Three Tooth’s three tooth smile.
We had people over this weekend so our house is clean.
Rumor has it Gus started clapping today. I haven’t seen it and won’t see him awake and happy until tomorrow morning but I can’t wait to see it.
I sold a bunch of our favorite baby clothes and made some bank. (I held on to some special ones, too) This allows me to, of course, buy more baby clothes.
I made a new mom friend I really like.
We’re going to see our families on Thursday. This has bads, too, but maybe means that I can sleep for a few hours without a baby attached to my boob? Teething, dudes.
Time to go file 3 months worth of paperwork.
I had all of these beliefs about our little family taking shape. I always imagined the things we would do as a family and could picture the three of us together – before Gus ever started cooking.
Lately I have been feeling bad about this. We didn’t go camping this summer. We’re not doing enough activities. Are we playing enough? We aren’t hiking. We aren’t at all the family I imagined us being.
Then I realized that when I imagined this family it was never with a baby but instead with a four year old. Of course we are not doing all those things. It is 95 degrees. We’re trying to get Gus down to two naps. We’re really fucking tired.
I’ve decided the first year of your kids life is basically a wash. You do some fun stuff but you’re also just tired and I just accepted the fact we’ll do more fun stuff later. I’ll let Lesley start a garden again next year since I have grand dreams of Gus in it even though our garden this year is so so pathetic. We’ll go camping next year. We’ll hike a bit more. And each year we’ll do a bit more.
So if you are feeling this way, too – you get a pass. Next year you can be the parent you dream of being.
And here is my kid, because he is cute:
Happy July, y’all!
July is by far my favorite month. I feel like it is magical and there is just so much to look forward to.
Lesley and I started dating in July many moons ago. Each July takes me back there – to that magic of new love and the start of something big. And fireworks. I love fireworks and our relationship is tied up in them.
The first time we hung out was in the small town 4 hours away from where both lived that our moms live in. We technically met at the lesbian bar in our home city but her mom lives in a town where my mom had just bought her retirement home. It’s a small town of 2,513 and both our moms live there. We hung out alone together there for the first time, meeting for drinks, having my mom buy her many long islands, a walk to the lighthouse, and a fist bump to say goodnight. It was the weekend before 4th of July. 4th of July was on a Monday, we both ended up back home at the lesbian bar. We watched the fireworks downtown from the parking lot with friends. I gave her half my twix bar.
Our first date came a week later. Officially together the week after that. the week after that she was back in that small town. There is a big festival and an epic firework display. I surprised her there. We watched fireworks and drank beer on the beach and everything was magic.
I love fireworks. I get how they happen but I feel like they are the closest thing to magic that exists. We aren’t doing anything for fourth of July. It is hot here and we have this baby and we’ll sit on the porch and see what we can see. But at the end of the month we’ll be in Michigan. We’ll be in our moms small town to watch the fireworks. We plan to put Gus to bed at his normal time and then pick him up, slide him in his carrier, and walk downtown to see the sky light up. (He has noise canceling ear muffs, don’t worry.) I don’t know if he’ll like it but I sure hope he finds the same magic in July that I do.